The Counterfeit Madam Hou

After Cao Jingren said this, not only Zhou Jinjin, but even Tang Zibo and the mask man were subtlely relieved.

Looking at Zhou Jinjin's chubby face, Cao Jingren thought from the bottom of his heart that the painting fell into his hands. He glanced again at the picture scroll, his voice was faint: "When Ding Maoxue was alive, if anyone could buy it like Zhou Langjun at the expense of thousands of dollars, he would not be impoverished until he died."

Zhou Jinjin grinned his fat lips and regretted: "Life is full of regrets everywhere." He paused, and like an eager student, humbly asked for advice, "It's just that I don't understand why he asked one question. Shou Yongmei's poem is next to her? "Is it hungry?

Cao Jingren said: "This poem is not the subject of Ding Mao."

Zhou Jinjin's surprise: "Oh? Who's doing such a bad thing?"

Cao Jingren gave him a disdainful glance: "It's so speculative."

Zhou Jinjin: "..."

So he hated scholars, sour than the vinegar in their jars. He still doesn't want to marry his elder daughter.

After some tossing down, the famous paintings are considered to be over. Zhou Jinjin put the re-entry into the mask and placed it beside him, so that the turtles band continued to play. The cheerful music sounded again, and Liu Qinghuan tickled his lips slightly, turning round and round.

Perhaps it was stimulated by famous paintings, and the atmosphere in the hall was even warmer than before. Zhou Jinjin also followed the sound of dancing music and knocked on the edge of the table with a folding fan, and finally stood up from the seat and went to the hall to dance with the music.

Zhou Jinjin was a chubby fat man, but at this time he was unexpectedly flexible. After dancing for a while in the hall, he turned around in front of Liu Qinghuan. Try to cooperate with Liu Qinghuan's rotating dance steps, he narrowed her eyes with a gap: "Little girl, would you like to marry me as the fourteenth housemate?"

Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows jumped, and his eyes began to bend, pretending that he couldn't understand Chinese: "Shan Shan Mani Ural!"

Zhou Jinjin frowned with a small short eyebrow, and after another rotation asked, "You don't know Chinese?"

Liu Qinghuan continued his sharp voice and said, "Arummonese Rila Barabara is cute!"

Zhou Jinjin: "..."

Having no language with the beauty, Zhou Jinjin had to give up her communication with her and planned to communicate with her boss directly after the banquet.

Chong Liu Qinghuan gave a wink, and Zhou Jinjin left in a circle. He stopped in front of a friend's seat and invited him to dance together. The friends were also not restrained, and they left the seat happily, spinning and jogging with Zhou Jinjin. The atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became extremely joyful, and the sound of music in the hall was even warmer than before.

In this way, one person invited one person, but in the blink of an eye, almost everyone danced away from the table, and the protagonist "Anaye" was pushed to the side instead.

Liu Qing was glad that everyone was playing with himself, and no one was still watching himself, so he became lazy. Hu Xuan was jumping more slowly and more perfunctoryly.

A maid with a cloud of hair walked up from the back hall, holding a glass plate in her hand, which was filled with crystal clear pomegranate seeds. The bright red color was very attractive.

Liu Qinghuan pursed his dry lips and slowly turned around in the direction of the maid. The maid went to Zhou Jinjin's master's seat, turned her back and put the glass plate on the table case. After Zhou Jinjin left the seat, the pair of rolls was still next to his seat, Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed, staring straight at the back of the maid.

The maid stayed for a while in front of Zhou Jinjin's seat, and then left the main hall empty-handed. Liu Qinghuan glanced at the seat, and the restored pair remained there. She subconsciously glanced at Tang Zibo and Mask Man, and found that their eyes were also on that pair.

Songs and dances in the hall were flourishing. Few people noticed that a maid had just entered. Liu Qinghuan took a quick look around the hall while taking a turn. Only two people in the hall were still sitting at their seats. One was a young talent who judged the authenticity of paintings, and the other was Tang Zibo.

Liu Qinghuan took another turn and quickly grabbed a few pomegranate seeds and put them in his mouth.

Alas, so sweet.

But at the moment she circled, she saw the mask man drop the instrument on his hand and sneak out of the main hall.

Although the mask man left the main hall from a different direction than the maid, but after leaving the main hall, he quickly chased the direction in which the maid left. He had good martial arts with long legs, and within a few steps he saw the yellow back of the goose.

He slowed down, calmly avoided Zhou's servants, and quietly followed the maid. The maid went all the way, as if someone was chasing her. He followed the maid all the way to the back door of Zhoufu. When the maid suddenly looked back and looked at him, he quickly flashed to the side.

The maid seemed to be worried that someone was following her, and looked carefully before turning to open the wooden door again. A gray-clad man stood outside the door. It seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When the maid came out, he eagerly greeted him: "How?"

The masked man hiding his eyes narrowed his eyes. This man he recognized was Tang Zibo's men. It seems that this maid was also Tang Zibo's long-time installation in Zhoufu.

The waitress nodded the man in the gray coat, and pulled out a small scroll from the wide cuff: "That's it, I used the pair prepared by the master to drop the bag."

The man in gray took the scroll to open the brocade. After the scroll was unrolled, it was actually Zhou Jinjin who was still showing in the hall.

The gray man looked at the painting in his hand for a while, and asked uneasily, "Is it true?"

The maid said: "It can't be wrong, Cao Jingren said it was true."

The three words Cao Jingren seemed to reassure the gray-clad man. He put away the scrolls and said to the maid, "I will send someone to inform the master that you leave as soon as possible."

The maid nodded and did not speak again, closing the back door gently.

After the maid went away, the mask man lightly turned over the courtyard wall, and followed the gray man in front. The gray-clad man turned and turned into another alley. There were three people around the alley. What was he talking about? When the gray-clad man came over, they all walked up. The gray man whispered something to one of them, and the man nodded and left. The man in the gray coat didn't stop much and went in the other direction.

The two remaining men, as if nothing had happened, continued to talk in the alley.

The mask man thought for a while, surpassed the gray man silently, and then handled his collar and hat at the next corner, and hit the gray man facing him.

Because both sides walked quickly, the mask man's figure was particularly tall, and the gray man was directly hit by him and sat on the ground. The painting carefully packed into the brocade also rolled out of her arms.

"Sorry." The masked man with eyes and hands walked forward quickly, instead of lifting the man in the gray coat, he picked the scroll on the ground first.

"Don't touch!" The man in gray clothes suddenly yelled, the mask man spread his hands innocently, and removed the tall body.

That picture is still lying on the ground.

The gray-clad man quickly got up, picked up the picture and stuffed it into his arms, staring at the tall man opposite him defensively. In order to show that he was not malicious, the mask man took two steps back and apologized again in jerky Chinese: "I didn't mean it."

The gray man looked at him for a while, didn't tangle with him anymore, turned and walked out of the alley. After taking a few steps, he uneasily took out the painting in his arms and opened it, looking at the same pair as before.

"Hoo--" The man in grey clothes exhaled softly, closed the picture and continued on his way.

The mask man was still standing in the alley just now, listening to the footsteps of the gray-clad man, and then pulled out a pair of scrolls from the wide hoodie. He hooked his thin lips to open the scroll, and painted a white magnolia that was as white as jade.

Just a moment before he used his body to block the sight of the man in the gray coat, he had already dropped the two.

The dance music on the main hall of Zhoufu was still warm, Liu Qinghuan turned around lazily, and stole a few sweet pomegranate seeds. A man at the door walked in like a stride, leaning over Tang Zibo's ear and saying something. Tang Zibo's face suddenly showed a shallow smile, his mood seemed very happy.

Liu Qinghuan turned around again, glanced over Cao Jingren's face, and found that the masked man who left the seat also returned to the main hall at this time. Coincidentally, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and it seemed that something good had happened.

Liu Qinghuan hooked his lips, grabbed a few pomegranate seeds and quickly put them in his mouth.

Just when everything looked wonderful, the door suddenly rioted. The noise was louder and louder, and gradually overshadowed the dance music in the hall. Zhou Jinjin stopped the enchanting dance and frowned, looking out the door: "What's so noisy? I don't know if I'm entertaining the guests!"

Before the people in Zhoufu had time to kneel to confess their sins, a group of disheveled people suddenly appeared in the courtyard outside the main hall, and the tide surged up.

The sound of dancing music in the main hall also stopped because of this sudden change, and the distinguished guests in the hall all looked at the unexpected guests with different expressions. However, the uninvited guests seemed to be unaware of the hot eyes, and stared fiercely at the Guizi band kneeling beside.

It seemed as if he was facing each other, and the leader suddenly pointed and shouted in a more vicious tone: "They are pretending to be worshippers! We are the real Turtles!"